Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

"Om..."

Li Rong switched the dangerous medicine to his left hand, and took out his mobile phone from the right pocket of his lab coat.

The phone screen lit up, and it showed that Professor Jiang's email had been received.

The experimental results of the GT201 project came out.

Li Rong couldn't help but raised his eyelids, impatiently unlocked it with his fingerprint, and clicked on the email.

The bright small window was constantly rotating and loading, and the gray-black electronic spiral was like a sunken vortex. Only then did he realize that the signal displayed by the mobile phone was extremely weak.

Li Rong subconsciously frowned.

Although the dangerous medicine room is on the basement floor, there has never been a bad signal before. After thinking about it for a while, he had to put his phone away and take a closer look when he went out.

He was walking in the corridor, the incandescent lamps were shining brightly, exuding a coolness, and the air was filled with a cold dampness mixed with the smell of the sausage shop in front of the school.

Li Rong pushed open the silver-white metal protective door and stepped into the cryogenic storage room. The moment he was completely wrapped in air-conditioning, the metal door quietly closed behind him.

Just as he was about to open the glass door of the storage cabinet, the exhaust fan on the top of the mechanical cabinet suddenly turned on.

The air squeezed the fan blades and made a slight cry, and the row of small slits that were always dark were like pupils hidden in the darkness, with a cold death in their eyes.

Li Rong felt his hairs stand on end, and smelled a faint smell of bitter almonds in his nostrils.

In almost a second, his pupils shrank, and then he turned around abruptly, ignoring the surging blood, and grabbed the handle of the protective door with all his strength. The door that could be opened at will in the past is like a calm death at this moment. , motionless watching the dying person in front of him.

The coolness quickly diffused into the blood from the pores of his body, Li Rong fell in embarrassment, his clear eyes were bloodshot and blurred, his fingers slowly slipped off the doorknob, the sharp lock crushed his fingertips, and the bright red overflowed, but he didn't feel it at all. to pain.

One last thought flashed before he died.

The GT201 project should be a success.

"It's time for him to wake up. I still have to work. I'm so bored."

Li Rong felt a slight force pushing his shoulder, and with the return of touch, his five senses returned to normal very quickly.

Feeling the stimulation of the strong light, Li Rong frowned, and opened his eyes cautiously.

What catches the eye are the white walls, white hanging lamps, white air-conditioning outlets, and gray-blue curtains.He didn't need to smell the faint smell of disinfectant, he knew he was in the hospital.

Could it be that the security guard in the monitoring room discovered him in time?

Li Rong wanted to speak, but his throat was dry and stinging as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

He closed his lips tightly, moved his tongue, tried hard to accumulate some saliva and swallowed it, and then he resisted the discomfort and spoke again: "I'm not dead."

I didn't want to tell anyone the joy of escaping death, but just stated a result calmly.

"Fortunately, the door of your room was closed tightly, and the window was left open again. You stayed in the ICU for almost a week, and you finally came back from the rescue."

There was a deep sigh from a man beside the bed, and Li Rong felt his shoulders were tightly grasped by a pair of sweaty and chubby hands.

Room?window?

Didn't he go into toxic shock in the Hazardous Drugs room?

"Cen Wei..."

Li Rong subconsciously yelled a name that he thought would definitely get a response, but after a few seconds, he didn't hear the voice that often gave him a sense of oppression.

He tilted his head against the pillow, raised his eyelids slightly, remained silent for a while, and muttered uncertainly: "...Uncle and aunt?"

A pair of relatives who have cut off relations with him for six years and have never given any help.

If it wasn't for his good memory, he almost didn't recognize it.

Gu Zhaonian lowered his eyes, wiped his eyes with the heels of his palms, and wiped away the tears. Then, he took a deep breath, as if he was ready to face the storm, and wiped his eyes with bloodshot eyes. His cloudy eyes stared solemnly at Li Rong's face.

"There is one thing, you must hold on."

Li Rong blinked, looked at the old relatives who seemed too young in front of him, and didn't answer easily.

Gu Zhaonian glanced at his wife beside him, and the woman immediately gave him a urging look.

Eyes intertwined for a moment, Gu Zhaonian nudged his wife lightly with his elbow, the woman bit her lip, then slammed back hard, averting her head shyly.

Li Rong quietly watched the farce in front of him, feeling a little impatient in his heart.

Gu Zhaonian scratched his hair, gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind, with great grief on his face: "Your parents passed away."

Li Rong: "???"

Li Rong: "..."

He knew passed away, six years ago.

Gu Zhaonian waited for his young nephew to break down and cry, hysterical, he even aimed at the emergency call button, as soon as Li Rong fainted, he would immediately call for the doctor.

However, 5 minutes passed, and seeing Li Rong's calm face, Gu Zhaonian's expression became a little embarrassed.

The woman whispered: "This is too scary."

Gu Zhaonian's voice was uncertain: "Your parents...have not been rescued from gas poisoning."

Li Rong frowned in confusion, and then began to observe the subtle weirdness around him.

Gu Zhaonian is holding an old mobile phone from a few years ago, and the one on his aunt's wrist is also an outdated model of a certain luxury brand. He is in an ordinary ward with a three-person room. The dull coughing sound came from time to time in the next bed.

On the plaster-scratched wall of the hospital was a square-shaped publicity sign, printed in bold and capital letters—Neurology Department, People's Hospital of City A.

Although Cen Xiao was nothing, he would never arrange such a medical environment for him.

So he didn't escape from poisoning by chance, he returned to the time when he lost everything overnight six years ago.

Supporting the mattress with both arms, Li Rong slowly sat up straight, looking at the crumpled hospital gowns piled up on his lower abdomen, and the pulled out thread somehow wound around his wrist, creating a bloody bruise. mark.

Completely, to the extent that no one cared this week.

He tried his best to ask patiently, "Is there any warm water?"

Gu Zhaonian and his wife looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes.

I wonder if Li Rong has no relationship with his parents, so that he is so numb to the news of his parents' death.

The woman forced an ugly smile, and went to pour water for Li Rong with her hands and feet, but Gu Zhaonian stayed where she was, not knowing what to say to Li Rong.

Li Rong drank a glass of water and felt much more comfortable.

He still remembered that his stomach was hurt by the medication for this week, and it took at least half a year for him to completely return to normal, so now he has the urge to vomit after a little squeezing.

Seeing Li Rong's normal expression, the woman couldn't help but rubbed her fingers, and said tentatively: "Li Rong, the doctor said you can be discharged from the hospital today, my aunt knows that something happened to your family, but you also understand that your cousin will also be discharged this year." It's time for the college entrance examination, and my aunt's house is indeed not as big as yours, so..."

Gu Zhaonian hurriedly interrupted her: "It's inappropriate to say these things now!"

The woman said with yin and yang, "there is only one study room at home for my son to hire a tutor to make up lessons. If I don't talk about it, then you will talk about it!"

Gu Zhaonian immediately stopped talking.

Li Rong pulled his lips, his eyelids drooped, and his eyelashes left a shallow silhouette under his eyes.

He slowly put the water glass on the bedside table, and said in an extremely flat tone: "Don't bother, my cousin won't pass the exam, just donate money to University A."

What he said was the truth.

His cousin has always been a wimp who failed to accomplish anything but failed. In his last life, Gu Zhaonian shirked and couldn't help him pay for his medical expenses due to financial constraints. As a result, he donated [-] small mobile libraries to University A, and scored less than [-] points in the college entrance examination. My cousin sent me to the Finance Department of University A.

The woman didn't care whether Li Rong's condition was good or not, so she directly shook her face: "My son is not as good at studying as you, but at least he has a clean foundation. To be honest, with your family's current reputation, it may be difficult to find a girl from a good family in the future." !"

Gu Zhaonian secretly pulled his wife's clothes, and the woman immediately shook off his hand.

"Am I wrong? How could the Song family let Yuanyuan continue to be with your nephew!"

If it was before, Li Rong would have cast a cold glance, then closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them while looking away, indifferently unwilling to say a word.

But this time, Li Rong was silent for a moment, his white lips curled lazily, his eyes were clear and sly: "Okay, whoever donates money to Big A will be a puppy."

Gu Zhaonian's face turned pale immediately.

He did make second-hand preparations. If his son really failed the exam, he would rather donate most of his belongings to University A.

But once Li Rong's words came out of his mouth, how could he pay for it.

The topic fell into a stalemate for a while.

Gu Zhaonian picked up the briefcase, and his breathing sound was clearer than that of the coughing man on the next bed: "Your aunt and I still have work, so we'll go back first, and you should pack your things too. Your homeroom teacher asked you to go back to school as soon as possible."

Li Rong said calmly: "No."

Going through the same thing again will no longer be able to shake his emotions.

After a while, when rumors are flying all over the sky and public opinion ferments unscrupulously, Gu Zhaonian will completely cut off from the Li family, fearing that it will be affected a little bit.

Gu Zhaonian grabbed his wife's hand and took a deep look at Li Rong. There was no kindness in his eyes, only endless alienation.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Zhaonian strode out of the ward without looking back, and closed the door behind him with a "bang".

The sound of closing the door was so loud that it woke up the two patients in the next bed, coughing one after another.

Li Rong heard an old and somewhat weak voice asking: "Your uncle is too much, child, do you have a place to go?"

"Yes." He first answered in the affirmative, and then he grabbed the phone, stared blankly at the phone screen, and muttered uncertainly, "Yes?"